Times are getting rougher in my life. Caused by my own liability. Begging her so much "please, forgive!". Doesn't give the love a posibility. . And she tells me that the game is all over.
You've seen it all before. You open up the door and I just turn away. Walk the other way. . You offer so much more. Than I could ever ask for. But I say thanks anyway.
Voices are everywhere, and theyre screaming at us: use me, buy me, believe me. Weve got voices all over our culture: chat rooms, commercials, billboards, and bumper stickers, and they all want our immediate attention..
A Little Guy From The Suburbs. . I'm just a little guy from the suburbs. Who learned to kill before the others. Romantic activist I'm a joker. I say Vive Le Quebec Libre.
Your face is all I ever see on this crowded street. Like no one's watching you don't care to act a fool with me. You made me dance in public trippin' on my own two feet.
My Eyes tear the shade of red. I won't ever see you again. I guess it's for the best. because I never want to see you with him. . My Ears bleed the shade of red.
There's so many of us. There's so many of us. There's so many. There's so many of us. There's so many of us. There's so many. . There's so many of us.
I know you're saying something. But I don't know if I wanna hear it!. You say that you're right but you're wrong. Now I know that I just don't want to hear it!.
[Irish news report:] ("The air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from Achain Island..."). . Aodhagan went hunting for food and money. through the streets of Walthamstow.
(Lyrics / Music--Scott Engel) Published by Carlin Music Corp.. . Long about now she's heading home. Black from the rain, burnt to the ground. Her ashes will rise.
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music. . ([???]). ("Get your fingers in."). . Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely. pats the head of another curly-haired boy.
Go get your guns and your switchblade knives. And cut it up. Kill the ones who speak if they speak of us. Cause they'll never really tame us. . Go get your guns and your switchblade knives.
I'm hanging at the circle k. and I'm watching all the hip kids. Tripping on the car wash. and flipping me off today. "Hey man don't you want to see something new today?".
Am I wrong. To lay my hands on things that hurt?. Was it right. To give my heart away?. . Am I wrong. To lay my eyes on things that burn?. Was it right.
personal regards. like a dart. in your face. . whatever you might do. there's nothing left to lose. or to take. . I wave the long goodbye. and wonder if i'll die tomorrow.
I can't believe. Just how easy it was for you to get over me. So I'll try and pretend I don't need you. . But it hurts just the same. And I'm trying to hide the pain cause I'm so afraid.
I know, you're right on time now. I know you're right on. I know I don't desrve you. I know you're right. I'll learn from my mistakes now. Forgive me I know.
Tell me how does it feel to lie right to my face. When in the back of your mind you will always remember. That night that you spent alone with him. Can't confess just get dressed move on with it move on.
It's 2am and it's last call. Another night I'm closing down the bar. I'm all alone again. Except for the voices in my head. . [Chorus]. Hanging with the boys Jack, Jimmy, and James.
"I know you" she said. "You're that guy from my TV. You're that guy who killed all those kids". We got off to a pretty good start. . Oh, boy, look what we've won.